OCDOne, two, three, four,OCD
She counted as she slowly walked down the long hallway. The bright white walls seemed to scream at her as she watched her shadow pace itself with her. The building was cold, and she had a slight case of goose bumps. The floor tiles had a checkered pattern of green and white. She made it very clear that she was only able to step on the green ones, as not to be consumed by the white.
Five, six, seven, eight,
She turned the corner and a plainly sanitized odor over took her. She coughed slightly allowing the burning in her nose to subside before she moved forward. The green tiles had d
poemsA fallen angel On a broken path Wing fragile Of death Of the darkness In the hearts Lifeless In a world apart Fallen out of grace Angel broken An angels face Wings broken A fallen angelpoems
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In the night you call Your words filled with lies Wandering down the hall I can feel your eyes In the dead of night You came Filling me with fright Your eyes burning like a flame
well...
Unhappy
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I wonder how many gigabytes a happy memory is?
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dance as if no ones watching. Love like it's never going to hurt."
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"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dance as if no ones watching. Love like it's never going to hurt."
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:Groups:
*Writers-Club *RawEm0tion
~LineCount *100ThemesChallenge
*Ex-po-zure *youthphotographers
~Self-InjuryClub *WordCount
it's really great...
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